The secret plan...

... Okay, but I'm not so cured that part of me didn't want to hug him very hard (now he's had a shower and a shave), give him (decaf) coffee and lock myself in his office till midnight helping him to come up with a secret plan to fight inflation.

Much as he's unbearable when he's winning, I hate it when he messes up. Because I know what it does to him inside. And I can't protect him from that. I wish I could.

Pathetic, Donna Moss. What you need is a little misdirection. And a grip. Where might one purchase one of those?